He didn't know if it was the exertion of unleashing the "Isa's Arrow" that had drained his energy, but he slept incredibly deeply.
It wasn't until Leon woke up naturally and opened his eyes that he realized he had somehow been moved to the bed of a room.
The mattress was thick and soft against his back, the pillow behind his head was truly comfortable, and the blanket over him carried an inexplicably faint, subtle fragrance.
For a moment, the pleasurable comfort gave him the illusion that he was back in his own bedroom on Earth, the only thing missing was the cell phone alarm clamoring for him to get up for work.
Taking a deep breath, his mind became clear, dispelling the nostalgic illusion. Confused, Leon turned his head to inspect his surroundings.
The room was dim, void of candlelight or an oil lamp, and the leather-shielded wooden window was closed, showing no signs of brightness.
